Egg dying gave Baby Aodh-gg a new game: Duck, Duck, Chicken! Since about 9.9927% of eggs in Northern Ireland are brown, we obtained some white duck eggs to complement our stock of hens eggs. But I forgot and left the duck eggs out of the fridge for several days. In the interest of food hygiene, we decided to sort out the duck eggs and eat the chicken ones. Thus, duck, duck, d-u-u-u-u-ck, CHICKEN! We will try to get you a video clip of Aodh-gg enjoying this easter game.
On Good Friday, L'Arche walked across town to the 174 Trust on the Antrim Road (North Belfast). Big Mike and Laurie joined us and enjoyed a picnic in the spring sun outside City Hall.
Easter morning comes EARLY to the Shively-Blinns. This year we were at Lady Dixon Park for the sunrise service just before 6. The primping happened after breakfast. This photo doesn't do justice to the springy attire exported by Dannette but anyone can tell me how to manage my camera settings and get 3 children to look in the same direction all at once is welcome to help me out for the next major dress-up day.
Now we are experiencing the emptiness of the nest after having grandparents around for 2 weeks. Octavia finds everything despicable and is 'cold' or 'hot' or 'hungry' or 'tiiiiiiiiired' no matter what we do. Noah is in his room crashing the Hot Wheels around and moaning about the necessary clean-up job. Aodh is...sleeping like a baby, when his bottom teeth aren't making him howl. Scott and I are washing all the laundry that backed up when the washer broke down on Wednesday. Ah. Real life. It's hard to take, at least for the next 6 days till the other grandparents arrive!
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